Balotelli-Bale Series Book #6: Regina Mia & The Godfather Part 1

Chapter 59: The Heir

Keira's POV
The calmness of the morning has been pierced by the cries of pleasure shared between us. I can't help it. My body cannot resist his skillfulness. I can only feel, clench the sheets and arch my toes with an impending climax.

This is my fourth. I can't have another without my heart giving out from exhaustion. I took handfuls of his soft dark hair, tagging hard as my release  propelled me to arch my feet. He groaned at my grip, delving deeper into my center with rough kisses. Only my toes touch the sheets as a scream echoes through the bedroom.

He didn't give me a second to recover as he rose from my dripping center and filled me in a split second. S wicked smile graced his handsome face. I'm still trying to get used to him. He is a gentle but firm lover. He takes his time, no rush. His skilled lips know just where to kiss. His hands know how to touch me, fingers always determined to set me ablaze.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in, deeper. He cried out as I kissed his strong shoulders, my fingers grazing his toned back. Thrust for thrust is the deal between us. We both play and we both win. Our climaxes are not strong, they are powerful, the kind that leave us both numb. I never expected it to feel this way. I always thought it wouldn't feel good but I was wrong.

I'm fighting my treacherous heart. I'm reminding it that it should only beat for Nick. He pressed his palms against mine, fingers laced tightly.

"Look at me." His rough breathy tone demanded. He held my gaze, expressing the depth of his want. His dark brown eyes are hypnotizing at this moment. "You're so beautiful..." He whispered before claiming my lips with hard intention. His thrusts grew shallower, rougher as he pressed my palm down, using his other hand to steady himself. His gentle rhythm dwindled into a rough demand for a climax.

I held onto him, my fingers sinking into the twitching muscles on his back. I am feeling every glisten of sweat as he warms up to hit a sudden climax. Mine is here and I can't hold back. He cried out just as I did, joining our bodies ever closer in our final release this morning.

We came to a slow still, both of us breathing hard.

It's 7am.

We both sighed. His palm eased against mine but his lips found sweet pleasure in the taste of my sore peaked buds. He took his time to kiss them as I lay on my back, fighting my hunger for another round.

"Please don't get me wet all over again. Not when you're not ready for round three."

"Who said I'm not?"

My hand dropped onto the warmth of the sheets and he is ready.

"Mancini... Is that for me?"

"You make me feel alive with insatiable hunger. If you're up to it, get on top. Have your fun."

"And then you'll have yours?" I asked with a smile.

"Of course I will." He smirked.

He gripped my hips, guiding me to get on top and once again, his generous intrusion filled me.

Here we go again.

Nick's POV
It's been raining all day.

Just like the consistent rhythm of the rain, my mind has been fixed on Kei. I can't stop thinking about her. She is safe now, in her hero's arms. She keeps getting a new reason to be indebted to him. Mancini is scoring points I'll never get if I don't start making moves. Bianchi told me to be patient but I never have been the patient kind. When I want something, I go after it. I don't hesitate. I will do what it takes, aggression or not. Case and point, when I set my eyes on Kei for the first time, I knew I wanted her and consequences didn't matter to me. I moved swiftly to get what I wanted. Mancini is patient, he is my opposite. He took his time.